Okay, here’s the deal:
Things have been tough lately.
You can empathize, right?
For a while now, I’ve really struggled with my self-imposed deadlines of getting out a blog posting each Monday and Thursday. It, like these kinds of things usually do, began to consume me and filled me with dread. If I didn’t have something ready for the next scheduled published thoughts, I became more and more weighed down of being overwhelmed by it all.
Well, actually yes.
That’s kind of the problem.
It’s just one of the reasons that holding down a steady job is out of my grasp right now. Of course, the whole bipolar thing doesn’t help, but that’s another discussion.
When Ann and I met with the doctor recently we decided that I’d stop writing for a while, as it was doing more harm than good.
I was almost giddy with relief.
One step forward, another one back.
Continue reading One step forward, another one back – right?
To clarify, I’m not stating that I, Greg, have pain that is greater than yours.
But as I read a few things posted recently regarding actively living a homosexual lifestyle and apostasy, and crying out for others to show compassion, I wonder if there are those who feel that their pain is far greater than that of their neighbor.
Perhaps I can offer a more encompassing perspective, though certainly not unique, as one with mental illness and same-sex attraction.
It would be hard for anyone to argue with me when I say that I feel I am qualified to voice an opinion about same-sex attraction, as well as choosing between suicide and homicidal tendencies and making it to the end of the day with everyone alive and intact, and at the same time actively choosing each day NOT to act upon that which feels natural within – be it sexual or mental.
In many ways, my coping mechanisms for each are the same.
Continue reading Why do you feel that your pain is greater than mine?
Saturday afternoon my sister and her wonderful daughter stopped by as I was slowly cleaning the garage. After hellos and hugs, she said something along the lines of “I’m interested to see what your blog will say about the announcement by the Church this week.”
It would seem that many, many people have had a lot to say on the matter.
As a general rule, I am skeptical when I hear bits of a story here and there when I haven’t had the time to investigate for myself.
So, I took the time to read the additions made to Handbook 1 of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and then to listen to the full explanation by Elder Christofferson and Brother Otterson.
When I was done, I admit my reaction was “I don’t see anything different from before.”
In fact, a clear and thoughtful examination of the additional wording regarding same-sex attraction, same-sex marriage, and covenants was simply a reaffirmation of what had already been known before the sensationalized news story.
At least, a reaffirmation of what I had known before.
I know that it would be naïve to think, however, that there wouldn’t be hurt and angry feelings at the initial announcement.
Continue reading Why do we choose to categorize simple clarification as significant change?
I’ve asked myself that question quite often recently.
Of course, my first response is “not much.”
But, after a few minutes I realize that just isn’t true.
I know a lot.
And so do you.
Here’s the deal:
Continue reading What do you KNOW?
When I was a kid we went to an amusement park to enjoy the rides and fun. One of the attractions was called The Record Player.
Now, we may have to take a moment and explain to those who didn’t come over in the Mayflower just what a record player is, which I know TOTALLY dates me as an old geezer.
Basically, the large round vinyl LPs, or records, had a small hole in the center which was used to attach the disc on the turntable. As the record was spun around and around, the needle would move through the grooves and, voila, music.
Think of it as a melodic way to enjoy a merry-go-round without the ponies.
Anyway, on this attraction which was a gigantic replica of the small household version, you could go as long as you wanted – as long as you could hold on.
At first it was kind of fun to jump on and then be thrown off into the big soft pads on the sides. But then, normal determination kicked in and we had to figure out how to “beat” the ride itself and become the master.
Continue reading Why do we buy tickets to slide down the slippery slope?